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NARRATOR: There once was a woman named Alina Patkavior,

who was raped and left to die.

So she took a witch's amulet and recited a hex,

"By the belly of the snake may those that mean to harm me be put to death."

And she summoned

the demon, Din Burta de Sarpe,

who destroyed her attackers in exchange

for the child that had been left in her womb.

But Alina broke her promise

and hid her son from the demon causing it to curse the family with infertility.

The boy inherited the amulet

and was told the story of their curse.

Desperate to produce a child with his wife

he called the demon and begged it to lift the curse.

Then demon instructed him to take

one to his bloody hands.

And Patkavior cut

a baby from a local mother.

For generations

the Patkaviors continued this ritual,

driven by the demon to carry on their family name.

INTERROGATOR: I didn't think you were actually going to tell me a fairytale.

So how about now,

you tell me,

what I'm going to find on this video tape.

(WHIMPERS)

Trevor and Holly,

when they were happy,

before everything.

TREVOR: And we are live!

Holly Addison debuting as a married woman. Mrs. Holly Davidson.

Well, Mr. Davidson, I am ready for my close up.

-Your close up, huh? -Mmm-hmmm.

All right, are you Gone with the Wind or Sunset Boulevard?

Well I don't know, Trevor, it's your movie.

Give me my motivation.

Ah, yes, your motivation. Let's see, you are young,

-you are in love, you are on your honeymoon, -Okay.

-and going to Miami Beach! -Whoo!

HOLLY: Are you making the most boring movie ever?

TREVOR: I am making an award-winning film actually.

Aww snap, orange shop.

Woop! Woop! So what? They're everywhere here.

-This is Florida. -HOLLY: Awesome.

-(TREVOR LAUGHING) -Come on.

-Come on. -All righty.

(WOLF WHISTLE)

TREVOR: What's your name, baby?

Funky monkey.

What's this? Yeah.

Is that shells? Oh, that'll do.

Taste this, it's delicious.

TREVOR: Cards.

HOLLY: We're going to have some fun.

TREVOR: Come on.

HOLLY: Oh! Let's go on a ghost tour.

TREVOR: Uh, no. I want to go to Miami. We've only been on the road like an hour.

Hey, do that thing with your lip again.

(TREVOR LAUGHING)

Fine, Boner. But I want to go to every kooky tourist spot on the way then.

Wait, did you just call me Boner? Where did you hear that?

I've been talking to your sister.

Ah, Jesus.

You know she's going to college, right?

Well, yeah, she graduated in June.

HOLLY: What are you going to do with the house?

TREVOR: I don't know, sell?

HOLLY: No. TREVOR: How's it going?

HOLLY: Please, pee.

Pee!

Come on.

TREVOR: Well that's a start.

HOLLY: You, pee, pee!

Pee, Russ!

HOLLY: He won't pee! TREVOR: What's going on? What?

He won't pee!

-Maybe you should, uh... -And it's raining on our honeymoon.

Maybe you should express his bladder.

HOLLY: Mermaids.

-What? -We're going to see the mermaids.

Ah, gee...

All right, fine.

Yay, I love you.

TREVOR: Rusty! We're going to see the mermaids!

I mean, I don't get the attraction, you know?

I like it, it's rustic.

TREVOR: Is that a euphemism for shitty?

I don't see any tarot reading signs.

Gypsy Moon.

Welcome to Madame Moon,

you two want your future read?

Do you do tarot card readings?

You don't want the tarot, you want a palm.

Yeah, that's not what she asked for.

Are you making a movie?

HOLLY: Um, it's our honeymoon.

He insists on taping everything.

He's a regular Scorsese.

I can read your palm, or seance maybe.

HOLLY: Um, sure I'll take a palm reading.

Okay, come, both.

Hmmm.

MADAME MOON: Hmm, very happy.

You are newlyweds, very much in love.

You are professional.

Good job, much security.

And you,

you obviously are the one who makes the decisions.

Hmmm...

You live in Florida.

Hmmm...

Well, might have to say that was just about the same amount of bullshit I was expecting.

Are you good? Did you get what you wanted?

I guess, I mean I wanted a tarot reading. That wasn't exactly a reading.

I don't know what that was.

(LAUGHING)

Come on, let's go.

SIMON: You want to know your future?

Your real future?

-Lets go, Holly. -What?

Do you know where we can get a real reading?

You

have to go to Vjestica.

And where do we find Vjestica?

Just follow the spirit.

-Lets go. -No. Uh,

what spirit?

The trees,

the wind,

the voice of spirit.

Everyone has a spirit.

Even him.

Wow.

Bravo. That was awesome.

Really, really helpful. I mean, what do you want? Some money or something?

Give him a dollar, don't be rude.

-Are you serious? -Yes!

TREVOR: All right, you know what? Here's a dollar.

Do what you want with it.

SIMON: Follow her.

She speaks to you.

ANNOUNCER: The Prince and the Little Mermaid.

PRINCE: I'm so happy to finally be with you.

Will you marry me

and live in my kingdom

forever?

(INAUDIBLE)

HOLLY: One more stop, I swear, that's it.

TREVOR: One more.

All right, viewers, here's what's happening.

I am documenting my wife's psychosis.

She was following the spirit in weird little side streets in some strange land

that is lost in time because a magic,

but insightful, homeless man said so.

I mean, where are we even going?

I don't know.

We'll know when we get there.

We'll know when we get there?

-Yeah. -So this is a wild goose chase?

TREVOR: Unbelievable.

The things you do for love, huh?

Just, have fun.

TREVOR: My wife's crazy, my wife's crazy, my wife's crazy, my wife's crazy.

HOLLY: That's catchy, you need to work on the lyrics.

TREVOR: It is catchy.

HOLLY: No, no, no, no no. Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

No.

No!

This is why we should've flown.

(TREVOR SIGHS)

HOLLY: This must be the place.

Looks like the spirit broke the car.

Last stop, buddy, I promise.

Wait.

VJESTICA: Holly,

the spirits, they have brought you to me.

She knows my name.

Aw, come on, that homeless guy probably just called her.

Hi, how much for a reading?

VJESTICA: Spirits no take money.

(DEMONIC GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

TREVOR: Holly! Holly!

What just happened?

(SCREAMING IN TONGUES)

Okay, seriously? What the fuck went on in there?

Holly!

Do you have anything to say about what just went on in there?

Holly, can you fucking tell me what just happened?

(CRYING)

Look, I'm sorry. Okay.

Look, I didn't mean to raise my voice at you, okay,

I just... I'm really confused about wha...

I'm sorry.

Listen, why don't we just...

Look, let's just, let's just find a hotel,

all right. Let's just, let's just chill.

(DOG BARKING)

TREVOR: Hey, Holly!

Look, I know you don't want to talk about it but,

I mean, whatever happened today was messed up.

TREVOR: Oh, my god! Holly!

Oh, my god!

Are you okay!

Oh, my god!

I want to go home.

No way, baby.

(CURTAIN DRAWS BACK)

Mr. and Mrs. Davidson.

Yes?

I'm Dr. Lewis.

Holly, you had minor internal hemorrhaging.

Not unusual in your circumstance.

But the baby is fine.

Baby?

(STUTTERING) Did you say baby?

DR. LEWIS: I didn't think it would be a surprise.

That's great.

How far along?

DR. LEWIS: I'll order a sonogram, we'll find out.

Would you take Mrs. Davidson for a sonogram?

And Mr. Davidson, could I speak with you for just a moment?

TREVOR: Yeah. Yeah.

Holly's internal hemorrhaging

resulted in more bleeding than normal,

because there was internal scar tissue.

How much do you know about Holly's,

background, her history?

I'm not really sure what you mean by that.

DR. LEWIS: Her medical history, do you know what's happened to her?

TREVOR: (IMITATING TRIUMPHANT TRUMPETS)

What are we doing here?

I have a surprise for you.

What?

Welcome home!

We have to live with your parents?

No, we don't have to live with my parents.

This is our house now. It's their wedding gift to us.

Come on.

Get out.

It's got five bedrooms, though. We're going to have to fill it with kids.

FRANK: Holly, you're even more radiant than at the wedding!

I can't believe it...

-Is this for real? -TREVOR: (LAUGHING) Yes.

You don't even look pregnant.

No, she looks good.

Oh, nice to see you.

-TREVOR: Hi, Dad. -Hey, son, how you doing?

Good, good, good. Hi, Mom.

-Hi, there's my baby. -TREVOR: How are you?

This is, this is too much. We...

No, no it's not. This is yours.

(DOG BARKING)

Rusty,

let's get you out of here.

Go, go, go go.

It's about time. I didn't think you were actually coming.

What up, Pookie?

Don't call me that. Boner.

It's good to see you.

-You, too. -Hey, thanks for loaning me your camera.

-Hey, can do me a favor though? -MARISSA: What?

Can you film the baby shower and stuff?

-MARISSA: Hmm. -I think you'd be better at it than me.

I guess.

TREVOR: Excellent.

I'll ask all the probing questions, uncover our family's dirty secrets.

Why don't you just interview people at the baby shower?

MARISSA: Fine.

So, here we are with Mr. and Mrs. Davidson.

Please, Mr. and Mrs. Davidson, tell us your love story.

Uh,

well, we met, uh,

in Developmental Psych, sophomore year.

Hmm, it was Poetry sophomore year. Because psych was

after, because you followed me, because he had a thing for me.

What? I had a thing for you? I thought you had a thing for me?

Honey, should you be drinking wine?

Oh, yeah.

Mom, the doctor said a glass of wine

is fine for the baby, every now and then.

-Really? -TREVOR: Yeah, so.

Well, okay then. Things have changed.

Yes, they have.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Yeah, you had a thing for me. I don't know what you're talking about.

You wrote all of your poems for me.

-I didn't know who you were. -What?

I didn't write all my poems for you.

-One was called "Holly." -MARISSA: (LAUGHING)

Okay, fine. I wrote all of the poems for her.

MARISSA: That's a little pathetic.

It was cute.

Hardy har.

Let's all make fun of me now, all right.

But FSU, it was, that was where it was.

If you want to see it,

like, I mean, I could take you there and we could check it out.

MARISSA: Yeah, that'd be awesome.

We should have a baby shower first.

FRANK: Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, I'll go get the beer.

MARISSA: Don't baby showers usually happen like way later when

she's going to be all fat and huge?

That sounds like a miserable time to have a party.

Besides, I want to show off our beautiful new home.

MARISSA: Oh, god.

MARISSA: So, um,

this is okay, all right. Down.

So when you're a domestic dad and shit, can I still call you Boner?

Ha ha. Why don't you suck a fart out of my ass.

-Bite me, okay? -Marissa!

MARISSA: What!

Good god, Trevor.

-Sorry, Mom. -She's yelling at you for it.

MARISSA: It's been his nickname for forever, okay?

MARISSA: Boner.

MARISSA: Boner, Boner, Boner.

Shut up, Pookie.

MARISSA: Oh, my god. Shut up.

Isn't she a little ball buster?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

-Hey, Pookie, you okay? -MARISSA: Yeah.

That, that box doesn't belong in here. Would you mind taking that up to the attic?

-Okay, Dad. -All right, thanks.

Mmm-Hmm.

(MARISSA FLICKING SWITCH)

(MARISSA SIGHS)

(BOTH GASPING AND MOANING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING IN BACKGROUND)

What's up, girl? How's shit?

Okay, I guess.

Super, super weird though.

How is it weird?

I don't know, I mean,

it could be nothing, I guess, but...

I don't know.

Oh, damn, you met someone.

-What? -Who is she?

No.

It's not like that,

it's my brother's wife.

You slut!

Your brother's wife is gay?

Maybe.

So what are you gonna do?

Nothing, what can I do?

I think she might have been a little drunk.

Anyway, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later I guess.

Later, slut.

Bye.

TREVOR: Ta da!

HOLLY: A door.

TREVOR: Very funny, open it.

Open it.

ALL: Surprise!

MARISSA: It's your brand new baby room!

MARIA: What do you think?

FRANK: Come on in. Don't be shy.

HOLLY: Wow.

TREVOR: So, what do you think?

This is really happening.

TREVOR: Yeah.

MARIA: Honey, are you okay?

HOLLY: I'll think of the baby

and all that paint.

TREVOR: What are you talking about, Holly? Look at this room.

FRANK: We'll get some shelves put up in there, we'll paint it.

We'll get all the stuff out of there, it's gonna look great.

TREVOR: Holly, they'll be fine.

Maybe you're not taking this very seriously, Trevor.

This is our baby.

FRANK: We'll clean out the closet.

Marissa, you'll help me paint, right?

I'll go talk to her.

FRANK: All right.

I thought she'd like it.

She will.

It's all right. You worked real hard on it, she'll like it.

Okay.

TREVOR: You sure you don't want to come to dinner?

No?

Do you want me to bring you back a salad maybe?

Thank you.

MARIA: Where's Trevor? Oh.

-I'm right here. -You all right?

Uh, Holly is not going to come.

Probably too much wine.

TREVOR: Don't start, Mom, she's fine. She's just tired.

FRANK: Well, let's get going.

MARIA: Are you going to drive?

TREVOR: Yeah, I'll drive.

(HOLLY HUMMING SOFTLY)

TREVOR: Well, If I may?

Here's to a fabulously productive day.

FRANK: Here. Here. MARIA: Yes.

MARISSA: Hey, where's my wine?

MARIA: (CHUCKLING) Don't get ahead of yourself, kiddo,

you're not even in college yet.

MARIA: So, Trev,

what do you think about that color blue that's in the baby's room?

-Well... -Do you even know the sex of the baby yet?

MARIA: What difference does it make, I know it's going to be a boy.

FRANK: Your mother always knows these things.

(CHUCKLING)

MARIA: It's good, it was excellent. We gotta remember that for next time.

FRANK: Hey, Pookie, you want to go upstairs and finish packing up your room?

Ugh, yeah, I guess.

(SCREAMING)

TREVOR: Holly!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Holly, Holly. What are you doing! No!

Stop! Stop! Stop please!

HOLLY: Get off of me!

TREVOR: Please, please stop!

Get off of me!

Don't touch me! You don't get it!

You did this!

MARISSA: So this is the baby's room now,

not quite as nice as before.

My god.

HOLLY: Marissa.

Can you come help me for a minute?

MARISSA: Um, yeah, sure.

Is it on?

MARISSA: We're live, Mrs. Davidson.

That's your mom's name.

All right, um. From now on I really just, I want us to...

Let's just tape the happy moments, okay? For the baby?

MARISSA: Okay.

-So, filming. -All right.

Hi.

Um, I'm your mom.

I don't, I don't know your name yet.

But, um,

I don't know if you're a boy or a girl, so...

And it doesn't matter.

I just, I wanted to be the first to be able to say...

Hi.

And...

No matter what happens

you're going to be loved,

(STUTTERS) and taken care of.

Do I, do I say cut or something?

MARISSA: Uh, that's a wrap.

Okay.

That's a wrap.

MARISSA: Oh, wow, that's a heavy box there.

Doing a lot to help out, huh?

It's just so much better when you just don't talk.

-Your job is real simple. -Oh, I'm sure.

-Just walk around the party -What is it? Tell me.

-and interview people. -Uh huh.

-And if you don't know them -And that's it?

ask them who they are and that's it.

-Yeah, can you handle that? -That's it?

Uh, okay.

Get out of my face.

MARIA: Marissa!

Help your father set up the chairs and the tables in the back yard.

MARISSA: (SIGHS) Fine.

MARISSA: Here's another one for you, Boner.

So, who's doing the grilling today? You or Trevor?

Whoa, whoa, I'm doing the grilling, Dad always burns the hot dogs.

FRANK: Your mother likes them that way.

MARISSA: Ugh. That's what she said.

Hey, so are you and Mom, uh, headed down to the Keys tomorrow?

FRANK: Maybe, sometime this week anyway.

MARISSA: Cool.

Well,

let me know if you guys set anything on fire.

-I'll be right back. -Come on, just help me get these set up, Pookie.

MARISSA: Oh, yeah, no, sure, no problem.

MARISSA: That's a lot of presents for one little baby.

MARISSA: Say hi for the baby.

Oh, hey, baby!

Hello, little baby Davidson!

I'm your father's good friend, Sandy.

I cannot wait to meet you and spoil you and be your favorite aunt.

MARISSA: Yeah, that's fine. I'm not going to be the aunt at all.

MARISSA: Oh, gosh.

Look at your grandpa, Spillie Nelson.

MARISSA: Aw, man, what is he doing over there?

There's no hope for any of them.

I've tried. Doesn't work. Say something for the baby!

-Hi, baby! -MARISSA: Okay.

-Oh! Hi. -Holly, Trevor.

I hope this baby is as much trouble as you were for your parents.

MARISSA: Don't we all.

MARISSA: Hi, Rusty, hello, hello. MARIA: Crab cake?

Yes. Yes. We do want... (TALKING GIBBERISH)

MARIA: Marissa don't do that!

MARISSA: Why not?

MARIA: This is for the people.

MARISSA: Well, Rusty is hungry for people food, go get more.

MARIA: No, get him down. MARISSA: Aw come on,

she's a mean lady. She don't want you to have any more snacks.

Lets go. Where we going?

Uh, it's your cousins.

Hey. Hey!

MARISSA: Say something for the baby!

Hello unborn.

Marissa, is the baby really going to see this?

MARISSA: You can really count on it.

All right.

Can't wait to meet you, little guy.

Wait, is it a boy or a girl?

MARISSA: I don't actually know,

I think it's supposed to be a surprise.

Oh.

MARISSA: Hey. Say hi to the baby.

Is the camera the baby or are you the baby?

(CHUCKLES) The second one.

-Oh. -Are you from Holly's family?

I've been looking all over the place for someone from Holly's family.

Well, we're an elusive bunch.

Gotcha. All right, what's your name and rank?

Well, I'm, uh, Maggie. I guess the baby would call me Aunt Maggie.

Okay. So how are you related to Holly?

I'm Holly's father's sister.

I haven't seen Holly's parents around. Are they coming later?

Or what's going on?

Uh, you're not likely to, hun. They're passed.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Holly doesn't like to talk about it much.

Yeah, I bet, uh...

Hey, have you seen my dad around?

He's kind of tall, he has the white hair.

Oh, yeah, I think I saw him go inside.

-Oh, okay. Thanks. -Yeah.

(GIRLS CHUCKLING)

-MAN: Come on, time to go. -Dad.

-Oh. -GIRLS: Bye.

Bye.

Marissa! We have something we want to say to the baby.

MARISSA: All right, go ahead. We're rolling.

All right, this is called break dancing.

MARISSA: Oh, gosh.

(BEAT BOXING)

-Aw, man, this is what you kids are doing these days? -(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Feel free to stop any time.

(GASPING) Oh, my God.

BOY: Hey!

All right, my man. I've got one for you.

So, Johnny Badmouth is like, the most fouled-mouth kid in elementary school,

and the teacher never calls on him, 'cause every time she does,

it's like garbage shoots out of his mouth.

-So they're in English class. -Hi, I need to talk to you in person.

-So they're in English class one day, right... -I meant right now.

-Could you go haunt some other house, please? -(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

-Cute. -So they're going...

(WHISPERING) I need to talk to you right now.

All right, excuse me.

Don't look at my cards.

Holly! Hi.

Aunt Maggie.

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I saw the invitation on Facebook and I just thought I'd make the trip.

(SIGHS)

I have a gift for you.

I am really happy for you.

You were always such a sweet girl,

I know your childhood was hard.

Come in here.

What's up?

Okay. I just saw Holly do something really fucked up.

Oh, Jesus, what?

I just saw Holly... Like, oh, god.

She like grabbed Dad.

Like grabbed him.

What are you talking about?

I just saw your wife, grab our father's junk.

(LAUGHS)

-Holly grabbed Dad? -Yes.

-Really? -Yes!

You think Holly wants Dad?

-No. I saw her do this... -That's disgusting, what is wrong with you?

-I watched it... -MAN: Hey, you need to come out back.

Something's happening. Holly's freaking out.

Oh, my god.

-HOLLY: Get the fuck out! -I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Get out of my life! Go!

-I'm sorry! I... -(SCREAMS)

-(GLASS PLATE SHATTERING) -Holly, what is going on?

-What's wrong? -Everything.

Everything is fucking wrong.

(CLOSET DOOR CLOSES)

(INAUDIBLE CHATTER)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(CAR DRIVING AWAY)

(LAPTOP BEEPING)

I should've declined.

You're such a bitch.

So, what's up, dyke? How's the crush on your brother's wife coming along?

Things are actually really screwed up right now.

I think something's seriously wrong with Holly.

What are you doing?

Fixing a doll for Holly.

Wow, you do have it bad.

So, what's so F-ed up?

I don't know, Holly just keeps freaking out.

Like yesterday she attacked her aunt, with this doll.

She threw it at her and that's how it broke,

and then I saw her come on to my dad,

and then this morning, my parents both left in such a rush

that they didn't even say goodbye to Trevor or Holly or anyone.

So, is she still taking you to go see FSU?

I don't know.

Hopefully now that the baby shower is over

she'll calm down a little bit.

I think they're going to go to the doctor today.

So this Holly your crushing on, what's her maiden name?

I don't know.

Well, where is she from?

I don't know.

I think she grew up in Florida.

Like Tallahassee or Gainesville or something?

I have no idea. Why?

I don't know.

I want to Google her,

not oogle her like you want to.

Okay. I'm going to go, you're being a bitch.

Wait, don't forget to find out her maiden name.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

(GOSPEL SONG PLAYING)

(HOLLY SINGING ALONG INDISTINCLTY)

(HOLLY HUMMING ALONG)

Marissa.

HOLLY: Come in.

MARISSA: (CLEARS THROAT) Should you be smoking?

Probably not.

You want one?

(COUGHING)

Come here.

Closer.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

(SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

What?

(SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

-What are you doing? -(CONTINUOUS SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

What are you saying?

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

You know I could've driven.

I have my license and everything.

It's okay. I like to drive.

I know all the shortcuts, too.

Whatever you say, boss.

You know I heard FSU has a really good journalism program.

Yeah, I was looking at it online,

that's actually why I'm going there. Go figure.

What's with the bag?

You know we're just visiting, right?

Oh, that's, um...

Are you okay?

Fine.

You've done some pretty weird shit lately.

Yeah.

Um, I think it's just hormones.

Sorry if I scared you.

My doctor has me on some medication if it makes you feel any better.

Whatever you say.

What else could it be?

Everything's perfect.

I don't know. I mean, I don't really know anything about you actually.

I don't even know what your maiden name is. What's your maiden name?

Addison.

Oh...

Where'd you grow up?

Did you forget?

Central Florida.

Oh.

Foster homes, mostly.

Oh, that sucks. I'm sorry.

So, then, who's Aunt Maggie?

Aunt Maggie.

Maggie is my father's sister.

She always just had a way of showing up whenever she needed something.

Oh.

Well, I fixed it.

I glued all the pieces back together and then...

-Holly? -She knew.

What? Who? Aunt Maggie?

She knew the whole time.

-(DOOR OPENING) -TREVOR: Hey...

-You want to explain to me what the hell happened today? -What?

-Holly says all she remembers is that you grabbed the wheel. -What?

(CHUCKLES) Are you kidding me? That's bullshit!

She's lying to you.

She started driving 150 miles an hour

going off about some lady who knew before you all knew

she almost killed us!

Lady? What lady?

Yes! Some lady that knew she was pregnant

before you all knew she was pregnant.

What, the lady in Cassadaga?

What's Cassadaga?

Nothing! Some stupid tourist spot we stopped at on our honeymoon.

I don't know what's wrong with her but it's definitely not hormones.

But did you grab the wheel while you were on the highway?

-No, I didn't grab the wheel! -Answer me!

Were you just listening to anything that I just said?

She's crazy and she's lying to you!

-Okay, now get out! Get out! -That's my wife!

Get you fucking hands off...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Holly?

She knew.

What? Who? Aunt Maggie?

She knew my name.

Holly what are you doing? Pull over!

Stop the fucking car!

(MARISSA SCREAMS)

No! (YELLS)

No!

-(CAR HONKING) -(SCREAMS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAPTOP BEEPING)

Addison.

Holly Addison?

Yeah.

She just said that she grew up in Central Florida though.

You should've seen her eyes.

When she freaked out?

Yeah.

The name is doing nothing for me.

I know, I already Googled it.

Can't you do anything else though?

I thought you had access to more than just Google

since you're going to be a lawyer.

I do. It's just...

Did she tell you anything else?

I mean, the night she kissed me she started to speak in some weird language.

What? Like in tongues?

Oh, shut up.

No, she just kept saying

copiii or copy or...

She said it over and over again.

Oh, and she also told me she grew up in foster homes.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Why didn't you tell me that at first?

(TYPING)

Holy shit.

Deltona is right next to Cassadaga.

Wait, what?

(SIGHS) I got to go.

Um, I'll talk to you later. Okay?

MARISSA: Come here, Rusty. Come here, let's do a trick for the camera.

Rusty, do a trick for the camera.

Roll over.

Lay down.

Lay down.

Oh, wow, almost there. Almost did it.

You tried. "A" for effort, Rusty.

"A" for effort.

Hey.

I need to talk to you about something.

Look, Marissa, not now it's been a really long day.

-How did the doctor go? -(SIGHS)

It wasn't a regular doctor, all right?

I know. It was therapy. How was therapy?

I mean it was kind of useless, you know.

We all just sat in there and stared at each other.

Cool, well. This is what I need to talk to you about.

What are you doing wearing that?

-What are you... Are you going through my stuff? -What is this?

No, I'm not going through your stuff.

I found it in a box, in the attic.

Yeah. It's from our honeymoon.

Okay, where did you get this from?

Cassadaga. I guess this is the necklace I got in Cassadaga.

I mean, what are you looking... Are you looking for

jewelry to steal and sell or something?

No, can you just be a normal human being for one second?

I need to show you something, and it's kind of important.

Fine.

HOLLY: Trevor.

I gotta go see what she wants.

Just tell her to wait. You need to see this.

Hold on a sec, honey, I'm helping Marissa with something.

All right, I'll be right there.

Just read that.

Okay, what is cop three petera?

-What is that? -Copiii Pierdere.

Okay, so?

Okay, so, this necklace has the same exact symbol.

Just keep reading.

(SCOFFS) Seriously?

I got this trinket from some scam artist. All right?

It's just a souvenir.

HOLLY: Trevor.

Ahh, look, I don't have time for your fairy tail

-bullshit right now. -Listen. Listen.

-Trevor, just listen to me. -No, please leave me alone.

-(HOLLY HUMMING) -(RUSTY WHINING)

Rusty.

(BARKING)

(RUSTY WHINING)

Rusty.

(GASPING)

(SPEAKING IN TONGUES)

(MARISSA WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

(CONTINUOUS CHANTING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

Hey.

Do you want something to drink?

I'm afraid that only immediate family can be here right now.

You're going to have to leave.

Okay. Thanks. I'm getting on it.

(CRYING)

I'm going to Cassadaga.

No, you aren't. Okay.

I can't worry about you and her.

DOCTOR: Holly's lost lots of blood,

but she's stable right now.

We're going to just keep her under until

her blood cells get back to regular level.

And the baby?

The baby's fine.

When can she go home?

DOCTOR: Oh, well, we can't release her.

We've got to take these situations very seriously.

We'll, uh, work her in sometime tomorrow.

In the meantime I suggest you go home and get some sleep.

Trevor, we could be back before she's ready to be out of here.

We really should take that necklace back.

We can go right now.

Fine.

(SNIFFLING)

(CRYING)

(SOBBING)

It was right fucking here.

(SNIFFLING)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Sir.

Look at me. I'm sure you don't remember me.

SIMON: If you're calling me, sir,

you must have me confused for someone else.

Look, my wife and I came through here a few months ago.

You were sitting outside. You sent us to the old woman.

Where is she?

I don't know what you talking about.

Come on, we gave you money.

You told us to follow the spirit, don't you remember?

Yeah,

that sounds like something I'd say for a dollar.

Thanks again.

I need to find her.

I tried looking for her house and I couldn't find it.

Okay, I need to return something to her.

Can you help me find her?

Return something?

What would you have of hers?

This.

Din Burta de Sarpe?

The demon.

She has come for her.

And when she gets her, there is no stopping it.

Her child. Her soul.

It will be lost.

Then,

it will come for you.

Turn left.

Stay here. I'll just be a minute.

TREVOR: I'm going to have an aneurysm.

I'm going to have a goddamn aneurysm right here.

I mean, f he doesn't kill us, I'm going to die here.

-Trevor, you're not going to die. -What do you mean?

Look at this place. This is like a place people go into and they're never seen again.

And Look! I mean, have a look around. This is like some crazy

-witch doctor, fucking mansion. -Trevor, I don't...

-I don't know, okay? I don't... -Do you want to die?

-Do you want to die? -No! I don't want to fucking die!

TREVOR: Then what are we doing here? What are we doing here? This is crazy!

-Trevor, you want to save your wife? -I want to save my wife.

But I'm going to die here. I know it. I can feel it.

Can't you feel it? It smells like burning human hair over here!

-This is... This is crazy! We should've never... -Calm down! Stop it!

TREVOR: What is he carrying? What is that? MARISSA: I don't know!

TREVOR: What in God's name is he carry?

Shut up. Shut up. Just shut up.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING)

SIMON: Pick her up. Take that out. TREVOR: Pick her up.

Careful with that.

Okay. Ready?

Okay.

(SNAKE HISSING)

What are you doing?

Take that rope and tie her up.

Tie her up!

When Din Burta de Sarpe wake

it will not be your wife.

TREVOR: Marissa, help me.

SIMON: Hurry!

I'm trying, all right! Calm down!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

SIMON: Hold her down!

Wrap her feet!

(CHANTING IN TONGUES)

SIMON: Din Burta de Sarpe.

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(SCREECHING)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(SCREECHING)

(YELLING IN TONGUES)

(SCREAMING)

-(KEYS JANGLING) -(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

TREVOR: Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?

-Get out of the car! Get out of driver's seat! -Okay, okay.

-Get out, get out, you're not driving, Sorry. -Okay.

Hey you're not driving, okay? Here, grab the bags.

-Okay, okay, come on. -Come on. Breathe. Breathe.

Come on, come on, come on.

-Breathe, breathe. -(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Breathe, breathe, breathe, a little closer.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

-(FRANTIC BREATHING) -DOCTOR: The next contraction, Holly, big push.

-TREVOR: Come on, baby, you're doing great. -Push, Holly.

-(SCREAMING) -TREVOR: Push, baby, push!

-Push! -TREVOR: Come on, baby!

(SCREAMING)

You can't be in here!

(CAMERA GLITCHES)

(HUMMING)

(BABY CRYING)